Haircut

This took a lot of bravery for me to post this picture. I really detest putting pictures of myself on my blog, and this one has bad lighting, a retarded eyebrow, pretty much zero makeup, a husband who's handicapped at picture taking (and actually really handicapped at the moment, he had to take this standing on one leg) and a classic cheesy smile. Other than the fact that my hair is done I look like I rolled out of bed. That being said - I got my hair cut today, and although I realize my hair might not look that different, the gal who cuts my hair took off quite a bit. I think I could have made a wig out of what was on the ground. It's just enough that it feels healthy and bouncy again. I love how she curls my hair and she uses the best smelling shine serum that works it's magic. I asked her if she can just come over and style my hair for me everyday because I'm too lazy. Getting my hair done is like therapy to me. I retreat to a zen-like state and stay that way until I walk in my front door and hear kids screaming, the tv blasting, and see toys strewn about. One can only be glamorous for so long.